Place me on the list of contentment once more, yet ready at a moment's notice to take flight, to sing the praises and sorrows of risk and reward. Let the cliches abound; let the trumpets blare, the choirs rejoice and the directors tacet; for once let a human be exalted, worshipped and praised; let humanity in its infinite frenetic stupidity be silenced and the individual abound; but also let me realize the limits of myself, the limits of my brothers, the limits of all limited things.

Let this be my hymn, O Lord. Let this be my prayer.

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